The Angels are on T.V. tonight. Grey puke, celluloid shit. The army have sent a mission to Ireland. Just to see to it. Kojack is on the streets again.
We burn our mistakes and we watch as they burn.. We've been here so long, we've got nothing to learn. And we put all the nastiest bits in your media bag.
Living by himself alone in this world. Left his home for the love of a girl. He knew better than everyone around. Here he lives broken underground. . And he says, "I don't care if you write me a letter.
Try to get up, go at it again. Never gained a thing, letting others win. Fear is nothing but self-defeat. Might as well just lie down in the street. .
I'm still young, but I know my days are numbered. 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 and so on. But a time will come, when these numbers have all ended. And all I've ever seen will be forgotten.
Here comes Dick, he's wearing a skirt. Here comes Jane, you know, she's sportin' a chain. Same hair, a revolution, same build, evolution. Tomorrow who's gonna fuss?.
We turn out water into wine. It's something we do all the time. It doesn't cost a single dime. And it's beautiful, yes, it's beautiful. . Our glasses, never just half full.
I sit each morning, look at my empty notebook. The room is quiet, the air conditioning sounds like rain falling. Manic-depressive composer Robert Schumann, when he could not write.
Do something for me, boys. If I should die at sea, boys. Write a little note, boys. Set it off afloat, saying. . Bless you, bless you, all of you pretty girls.
I was walking through the country. And passing through lovely scenery. When I came upon some rotting remains. And though the carcass was wormy. Well, after all, it's all part of nature's art of cleaning.
What is it that makes me just a little bit queasy?. There's a breeze that makes my breathing not so easy. I've had my lungs checked out with X rays. I've smelled the hospital hallways.
What is it that makes me just a little bit queasy?. There's a breeze that makes my breathing not so easy. I've had my lungs checked out with X rays. I've smelled the hospital hallways.
I've been aching to sneeze. Begging please, pretty please. But I can't get the thing to come out. . I've been down on my knees. I've been pissing on trees.
Although you think me cold and slimy. I've got a nice home. Tasted your best guacamole. And siesta'd at noon in the cool of the soil. . A worm's life can be easy.
There's some stuff on my shoe, that's got nothing to do. With the places you think that I've been. And the stuff on my breath, isn't some kiss of death.
I'm all freaked out, I'm all tweaked out. I'm being chased by insects. And I wanna eat my cigarettes. . I can't hang out, I'm all strung out. And I've got to grab me by the throat.
Here we are once again. I'll turn myself in at the end. This is something. That I never thought I'd say. . Forget everything you know. Like who, what, when, where, why and how.
I turn around and I see you in front of me. But nothing has changed since Ive been here before. This sinful life used to be a part of me. Until I realized it was my pain that you boar..
By Mill o Tifty there lived a man. In the neighbourhood o' Fyvie. He had a lovely daughter fair. And they called her bonnie Annie. . Lord Fyvie had a trumpeter.
Your eyes are like the stars. On the button coat of night. Sequins on my heart. Buttoned up real tight. . I never told I loved you. Yet when I hold you yes it's true.